You want me to go mad a bit?
To scream, tear out my hair a bit?
You know I've been asking why of it.
Why never came into it.
You were you and I was me,
We played let's pretend, now I see.
There was I
dying slow,
I could never tell you no.
Here, were you?
Living fast
Would you please respond at last?
I must know better than to ask.
Our fates are sealed
The die is cast.
Le jeu est fait, we said in French.
Blood spills,
the floor, drenched
“Who was it?” one day they'll ask.
"That old wench?"
Will you laugh before the inevitable reply?
"Some old fag who got me high."
I could shriek “you broke my heart!”
When each of us had our part.
Fact is, the stupid thing gave out
long before our first, fatal shout.
So take these words,
wrap them in your chords,
make a song, make a sigh,
just please, please look me in the eye.
You were me and I was you
Our empty game would never do.
Time’s up, the dance is done
I’m here, you're there,
Our game is lost,
or perhaps it’s won.
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